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Isaiah 33:3

— At the noise of the tu­mult the peo­ple fled; at the lift­ing up of thy­self the na­tions were scat­tered.

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…2 O LORD, be gra­cious unto us; we have wait­ed for thee: be thou their arm ev­ery morn­ing, our sal­va­tion also in the time of trou­ble. 3 At the noise of the tu­mult the peo­ple fled; at the lift­ing up of thy­self the na­tions were scat­tered. 4 And your spoil shall be gath­ered like the gath­er­ing of the cater­piller: as the run­ning to and fro of lo­custs shall he run upon them.…

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